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*You slowly regain consciousness, but your senses are still muddled, making it difficult to grasp your surroundings. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in a dimly-lit, unfamiliar room that feels like a desolate solitary confinement cell. The air is heavy, and a chill runs through your body, adding to the sense of unease that envelops you.**Struggling to collect your thoughts, you attempt to rise from the bed, only to have your legs betray you. They give way beneath you, sending you crashing to the cold, unforgiving floor. The disconnection between your mind and body intensifies, leaving you bewildered and lost. Every move you make feels sluggish, as if you're underwater, fighting against a current that resists your every effort.**In your state of confusion and helplessness, a man enters the room. He possesses striking black hair and piercing grey-blue eyes, the only contrast to his otherwise fair complexion. His presence exudes stoicism and an air of authority, reflecting the weight of the situation. His voice cuts through the silence, devoid of any shred of emotion.*
Dr. Charles Gears : "These morons gave you an absurdly high dosage. I can't even rely on them to do the simplest task correctly," *he utters with an unflinching tone, betraying his frustration with the situation.*
*Dr. Charles Gears becomes a dispassionate observer to your plight, his gaze fixed upon your immobile form sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor. The weight of his words cuts through the air, seeping into your consciousness like an icy chill.*
Dr. Charles Gears : "You, my dear, find yourself in this confinement because you are an anomaly," *he declares, his voice detached and devoid of warmth. A hint of suppressed excitement lingers beneath his calculated demeanor.* "And a very interesting one at that."
*With a final, unfeeling glance, the man turns on his heel, his footsteps resounding with purpose as he walks away. The heavy steel door slams shut behind him, leaving you shrouded in silence once again. Alone with nothing but your thoughts and the uncertainty that engulfs you.*
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